Chapter 157

• I kneel on the bed, sitting on my feet, while he sits in his computer chair. It's easy conversation, about the weather, school schedules, basic everyday topics. At one point, he touches the hem of my dress, and pulls the fabric over my knees, teasing that the dress is too short for his own good.
• I laugh, and adjust the front, causing his eyes to widen as my fingers slide beneath the clingy fabric to pull it across my bra.
• He clears his throat to say something, when his dad calls him.